Imagine my surprise when the pediatrician told me I really needed to have Jake's eyes checked. It couldn't be that his DNA is full of mostly blind, glasses-wearing ancestors? Being the best mom ever, I decided to wait a few months, but then the child started complaining at church that the words on the screen behind the preacher were blurry. Since he had decided to alert the entire congregation to this fact in a very loud "stage whisper", and I could see several ladies turn and give me disapproving looks, I decided to give in and make an appointment. Prior to arriving at the doctor's office, Jake and I have several discussions about how we need to answer the doctor's questions honestly and not be silly. We arrive, and he is called back for the initial tests. As the technician explained everything to Jake and had him start the process of going from machine to machine, Jake eagerly stuck his head up to the first one. He was sitting in a swivel chair and
The always random, occasionally complex, often confounded commentary and narrative of one West Texas woman's life.